Battle Boobas Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I grinned and squeezed my breasts. "Does my Alpha want some boobs?" I purred, leaning down and offering my breasts to his face. Controlled by the moment, he opened his mouth, and I shoved my nipple in it. I wailed as I felt his magical tongue begin to lick them. He raised his head higher, and his mouth took in more boob flesh. "That's right," I mewled, rubbing his head. "Suck my boobs. Suck your Luna's juicy boobs!" Theo pulled his head away from my breasts, much to my anger. "Babe, you're talking loud."

Vikas is filled with contentment as he felt happy and smiling as he looks up at Neha still sucking on her boobs. He saw that she was totally a mess in his arms. The way he always liked her or any other woman. "You love it when I have your milk?" He asked romancing her as he pleased her peppering kisses on her neck, shoulder, jaw, chest, and of course over her boobs. Boobs are a must as it is his favourite destination. "Yes, I did. Want more?" She asked as she grab her right boob still moaning with the effect of kisses and forward her boob to his mouth.

“Why did you beat him black and blue? His nose is bleeding. How hard did you hit him?” Essa rolled her eyes angrily. “Who let him touch my chest!” “Can you tell me how many times it happened this month? Can’t you make your boobs less of a problem?” “These are real boobs. You think they’re fake and I can make them smaller or bigger as I wish? I was born this way. What can I do?” “…”

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Maddy tried on every single thing she brought and some of my clothes and then spent ages making me and Charlie her personal barbies until we all agreed on our final outfit choices. Maddy decided that she loved my tattoos and wanted to show as many of them as possible so I ended up in a very short high waisted black leather skirt and a fitted dark blue lacy crop top with multiple straps that criss-cross at the back. I had to admit, I did look pretty good.

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

He bit my lower lip and sucked my tongue ,sucked it like hell driving me crazy. His lips traced back down my neck then he unhooked my bra ,tossed it aside then he adored a look at both my bobbies cupped both of them on his hands in admiration ," These are mine now ,Sabrina, only mine," he says. My boobs are heavy and big and I know they're one of the reasons why I'm a head turner and I'm proud of that. I have big boobs and big booties because I workout to fit, I'm a figure OC that's why.

Hurriedly, I typed out my application at my desk, filling it out as fast as I could so that I could get to the mountain of work waiting for me. I sent it in and sighed with relief. No sooner had I completed the task than the gossip group on our groupchat lit up. Curiously, I clicked open the thread. “Have you seen the new boss yet?” “He looks like a damn supermodel. I swear I forgot how to breathe.” “Did you see the boss’s face? He looks like he just walked off a runway.” “I’d die in his arms.” I rolled my eyes. This was completely unprofessional. But I couldn’t help scrolling through the full chat thread.

"All right ladies, assume your positions." Beth suddenly realized she'd have to lift up out of the water to do the shot. She hesitated while Holly and Dawn got on their knees, then joined her drunken buddies. Beth's breasts were the smallest of the group, but that would be the same for about 90% of the female population. Both Dawn and Holly had certified 'bodacious ta-tas'. Beth's were merely amazing. "Ready..." Each of the girls put their hands behind their backs, tits on display.